I was just a-comin' to luk for 'ee.
Where's your easy-all and your umbrella ?" Mr.Fogo told his story.
"H'm!" said Caleb, "an' Tamsin saw 'ee home ?" "Yes; and by the way, Caleb, you may as well take down that notice to-morrow." "H'm!" muttered Caleb again.

"You're quite sure thicky coddysel won't do ?" "Quite." "Very well, sir," said Caleb, and began to busy himself with the evening meal.

But he looked curiously at his master more than once during the evening.

Mr.Fogo spent most of his time in a brown study, smoking and gazing abstractedly into the fire.

Caleb also smoked (it was one of his privileges), and finally, with an anxious glance, and two or three hard puffs at his pipe, broke the silence-- "The bull es a useful animal, an' when dead supplies us wi' rump-steaks an' shoe-horns, as the Sunday-school book says: but for all that there's suthin' _lackin'_ to a bull.